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Exiled hamster - no clothes, no weapons, no friends, and no brains...
Somewhere in a deep, dank, unexplored corridor on the Blue Dwarf, a door sized worm hole slowly shimmers into being. After several moments, out steps a five foot four inch tall Silver grey hamster wearing some kind of police uniform and brandishing a gun pausing to look around the corridor, says gruffly back toward the worm hole "Alright Grandpa, get your keester over here.", while gesturing with his gun down the corridor.
A six foot, one inch hamster with tawny fur & various darker brown colored patches with slightly glowing red eyes, comes through the worm hole, looking around apprehensively, then responding, "Would you stop calling me that? I know I'm supposed to be related to three quarters of the planet Ro, but I don't think you should be using such a honorific if you don't know me personally."
"I'm not using it as compliment.", Mutters the Silver grey hamster, "Now show me your cheek pouches, grand dad!"
"My name is White Wolf!" insists the other hamster before opening his mouth wide as the uniformed Silver grey hamster waves his gun a little more pointedly at him.
"Okay, I've made sure you've got no Ro technology on you like the court ordered." Says the uniformed hamster, lowering his gun in a seemingly satisfied manner, "As authorized by the court, I duly release you to your court appointed exile location."
"What kind of crap prison is this?" asks the tan hamster.
"This is not a prison, It's derelict ship with no Ro technology. The court was originally going to sentence you to a uninhabited desert planet until your defense counsel prevailed upon the court for some leniency." Retorted the gun totting hamster.
"Leniency?!?" Snorts the six foot one inch hamster, "I'm being stranded on a unknown space ship, with no idea if there is food, water or if there's intelligent life on board?"
"The scanner tech said there is plenty of vegetation, water, and animal life signs on another deck of the ship." Replies the Police hamster.
"Fair enough, two of the three items are covered. Who am I going to talk to - a volley ball from my non-existent survival gear pack?" Snapped the tawny furred hamster.
"Oh, that reminds me!" Blurts the uniformed hamster as he reaches into his cheek pouch and pulls out a small plastic encased microchip on a ring and several plastic baggies, "Your lawyer said I'm supposed to give you this."
While taking the offered items and examining them, "What am I'm supposed to do, play dress up with this keychain and plastic?"
"Your lawyer said it had sentimental value and you'd be able to use it. That's all I can do to help you. I'm taking a chance as it is. I've got to go before any monitors find you & me here." says the agitated uniformed hamster, before turning and disappearing back through the shimmering worm hole.
"Wait, you haven't told me what I'm supposed to do with these!" Blurts out White Wolf while starting after the other hamster while waving the keychain & plastic baggies, then stopping as he sees the worm hole abruptly blink out in front of him.
White Wolfs furry shoulders slump as he dejectedly glances in askance first at the objects in his paws, then around the empty dusty corridors for several moments. Then he puts the objects in his paws away in his cheek pouches and slowly wipes a paw across the fur on his head while sighing, "Might as well see what's available to eat around here, I guess."
Dropping to all fours, White Wolf sniffs the floor quite intently as if he were a dog locating some scent trail, then he gingerly walks a few feet one way down the passageway, then the other way before pausing and eying several large dust bunnies lying about suspiciously before batting them away, revealing a set of nonhuman footprints leading off down the corridor. The tawny furred hamster follows the footprints for several minutes until he comes to area with an open door on the left.
White Wolf glances at the extremely worn lettering nearby the door trying to make out what it meant. He stands up on his hind legs and rubs at it for a few moments, then glances inside. Where he sees a steaming green pool of sludge surrounded by benches and chairs, then glances back at the worn writing again. <I wonder if this is Esperanto for 'officers lounge'?> puzzles White Wolf in his mind. He shrugs and continues walking down the corridor.
Before long, he comes upon a big humanoid lizard with spear standing guard at another door in passageway. The Huzard notices the six foot, one inch hamster looking at him puzzledly and shouts, "What are you doing here? Your kind are not supposed to be here!" Then heaves the spear at the tall hamster.
Without even thinking, White Wolf jumps upward to avoid the spear throw, smartly cracks his head on the too short ceiling as he narrowly avoids the spear then coming down on the floor with loud crash as the Huzard springs upon him. White Wolf instinctively starts biting and snarling viciously as the Humanoid lizard pummels his fur at first, then tries racking it's claws into his flesh.
They tumble their way past the doorway, each desperately trying to gain an upper-hand for a few moments while inflicting minor wounds upon the other. Then the oversized hamster scores a painfully sharp bite on the Huzard's left arm as it attempts to kick the hamster off the top of him.
The doorway opens and several more spear wielding Huzard's burst out. White Wolf's head snaps up, eyes going wide in startlement as he as spots the reinforcements headed his way. He quickly disengages from the grappling Huzard, leaping five times his length away down the corridor while shouting "So much for fraternizing with the natives - Emergency exit protocol stage left!" with several spears and Huzards in hot pursuit.
<To be continued>